February 7th: Thrill - 100 words - Escape scene!
There was a long silence following his words. Shen became very still. Chiaotzu glared at him, oval eyes blazing with fury. When Shen finally did move it was the slow, measured movements of a snake sizing up its prey.
"What did you just say?"
"I said that if you lay a hand on that boy's head then you'll regret it."
They stared at each other. Chiaotzu's hands unfurled and he started collecting his power in the cups of his palms. Shen was strong. Much stronger than him. But he only needed a lucky shot. And then…
Then what? Where could he go? What could he do? Shen and the Crane School was the only home he had known for a long time. The idea of turning away from it, of striking out alone… Where the hell had that come from!?
He clenched his fists. The power there flickered and returned to his centre. Blood, hot and shameful, rushed to fill his face and he lowered his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Master, I don't know…"
"Get out of my sight." Chiaotzu flinched as Shen flung out one hand. "If I see your pale little face in the near future I can guarantee you will suffer."
Chiaotzu hesitated for only a moment. A large part of him was crying out for him to make it better. To fix this awful mistake he had made. But when he lifted his eyes the barely restrained fury that warped Shen's features burned into him. He turned and wordlessly ran from the room.
Bare feet on cold stone. Tears blurring his vision. He had never felt so helpless and small before. Shrunk to a fleeing wisp in the face of his master's anger. He was so weak.
For Tien's sake, he needed to make this better. Somehow.